Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Stupid Bright Lights
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 456
Status: Complete, Oneshot
Summary: Harry hates the bright lights.
Author's Notes: Written for challenge#93 at slythindor100 and also hdatdaclub.
The bright lights flashing in Harry's face were annoying the hell out of him. He wanted to be at home, cuddling with Draco on the sofa and watching some movies, but Draco had to drag him out to some club in London.
He hated the clubbing scene. It was too… wild for his taste. He did not like being pressed against unknown bodies, scrutinized by everyone, and generally everything that went on in clubs. It just was not his style.
One thing was acceptable though. And that was the bar. Thank Merlin for the bar! It was his only salvation each time Draco ended up in a clubbing mood, which was pretty often.
He headed towards the bar alone, knowing that Draco was lost in the crowd of dancers. Draco had tried getting him onto the dance floor many times, but never had he succeeded in getting Harry to dance.
"Tequila." He gestured to the bartender.
"Why not get some salt and lime to go with it? I'll let you lick it off my body, cutie."
Harry stiffened, hearing the voice behind him. This was the main reason why he hated clubs. Having random strangers hitting on him was not his idea of a good evening, especially so when they were drunk.
Choosing to ignore the guy, Harry swallowed his shot and asked for a second one.
"Hey, don't ignore me, pretty boy. All I want to do is buy you a drink." With that, a hand was placed on Harry's arse.
Damnit there was going to be groping this time?! He really hated clubs. Turning around to face the drunken idiot, he opened his mouth, ready to lambast the guy. Before he knew it, Draco was there, snarling.
The idiot was ripped off Harry, and Draco growled at him to get lost. Harry shivered, hearing the possessive tone in Draco's voice. It was starting to feel a little warm.
Draco came back to him. "My hero," Harry simpered. Pulling Harry into a fierce kiss, he grumbled, "Do I have to leave my mark on you or something? It seems like you always get hit upon in these venues. You belong to me, damnit!"
Harry was getting very fidgety listening to Draco. God, was Draco hot when his jealous streak was revealed? If Harry were a girl he would probably be creaming his panties now.
He pulled Draco into him, holding him in a tight embrace. "And I'll always belong to you. Stop the grumbling and let's go home." Harry ground into Draco, showing him how much he wanted to go home.
Draco's eyes dilated. "Right. Home. Off we go." With that, Harry was pulled out of the club.
"Hah," Harry thought, "Bye, stupid bright lights!"